Pain, pain deep into the bone marrow!

Am I already dead, how can it still hurt? Tan Guohua wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as a mountain, and a young woman's voice suddenly sounded, "Old... Old Daoist, this little beggar seems to have moved!"

"Oh, I'll see!"

His eyelids were pulled away, and then his hand was held again, and the intense pain made his body tremble again.

"It's strange, just now it's clear that the vitality has been cut off, but now there is a pulse again?" the man known as the old Taoist puzzled.

seemed to have looked at it carefully for a while, and then muttered again: "What a borrowed corpse to return the soul, if it weren't for the fact that you couldn't help yourself, the Taoist Master would definitely suppress you, or not, since this beggar is dead, you can use this body, if you dare to do evil, the old Taoist will come to collect you!"

After speaking, he took out a medicine bottle from the hitch, poured out some powder and smeared it on the bleeding area, and then took out a pill the size of a dragon's eye and stuffed it into Tan Guohua's mouth.

"Alright, you will be able to walk on the ground in seven days, I hope you will be able to do it yourself!"

"Ah~ It turned out to be an old fairy ......" The young woman's voice remembered again, but Tan Guohua's head sank and fainted.

I don't know how long it took, his eyelids were raised with difficulty, and a middle-aged woman in plain clothes was staring at him.

"Little beggar, are you awake?"

"Big... Big sister!"

"It seems that I am still not sober, you have to call me aunt!"

Tan Guohua was startled, and suddenly noticed that his originally thick big hands had turned into thin little hands, and then he saw that his legs were still there, but they were as thin as fur and bones, "This, what's going on?"

"Don't move, be careful of broken wounds!"

"Big... Auntie, where am I?" Tan Guohua could barely understand the other party's words with a strong accent of Yu Province.

The middle-aged woman thought that he was still in a daze, "This is the Xianweng Temple, and the village under the hills is called Chenjia Village.

At this time, Tan Guohua's heart was in a mess, he clearly remembered that his legs exploded into a blood mist, why did he change his body, and he came here again? Regarding the woman's question, he didn't know what to say to the truth.

The middle-aged woman saw his dull gaze and sighed, "This is a mess, it's not easy for you to survive at a young age, you can't remember it, you can't remember, I'll go home with my aunt in a while!"

About half an hour later, there was a commotion outside the temple, and several people entered the temple, led by a tall thin old man with wrinkles, and two men carrying wooden planks eight feet long and three feet wide, followed by a village girl of fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Third uncle, you're here!" the middle-aged woman stood up and said.

"Well, it's this little beggar, right? Sure enough, it's a little similar to your Hong'er!"

"Yes, there is no boy in the family, I want to adopt him, I wonder if I can do it?"

"Alas... What's not to do, now there are only twenty middle-aged males in our Chenjia Village, and many of them are disabled, and they need men to supplement, but he must worship the ancestors of the Chen family and change to Chen Xing!"

Sister-in-law Chen nodded, "Let's wait until he recovers from his injury, the third uncle of Fan Lao and the second and his sixth uncle!"

The one-armed man holding the plank in front of his head shook his head and said, "Don't talk about outsiders, my life was saved by the third brother with his life, so don't hesitate to call for anything!"

The group carried Tan Guohua on the rugged road, the morning mist shrouded the woods, the villages in the distance were faintly visible, and the fresh air made people can't help but take a few more breaths.

Tan Guohua's mood at this time has calmed down a lot, since he borrowed the corpse to return his soul, then live well, browsing the surrounding scenery along the road, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, using these eight words to describe the scenery in front of him is simply too appropriate, look at these villagers are all ancients, what era is this, and where is it?

A little tired, closed his eyes, and suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he had an extra eye out of thin air, and when such a thought came to his mind, the surrounding scenery immediately appeared in his mind.

"Hey, I can really see it!" Is it the special function of the original owner of the body, or is it the welfare of the traverser?

He couldn't figure out what was going on, he just felt novel, and after trying it frequently for a while, a strong sense of exhaustion hit, as if he hadn't slept for a few days, and he hurriedly stopped his ability to check with his "heart", and then he felt better.

Realizing that this "special function" was very draining, he didn't dare to use it at will.

After walking about four or five miles, there was a river blocking the way.

The river is about four zhang wide, and after a detour, he came to a badly damaged arch bridge, and the reason why Tan Guohua paid attention to this bridge was because when he crossed the bridge, the man who carried the plank stepped on the air and almost threw him into the river with a rather turbulent current.

After crossing the bridge, there is a village of about 100 families, most of the farms are dilapidated, and the early risers have already begun to go down to the field, and when they see a group of people, they have stopped.

Enter the village and stop in front of a fenced compound.

The small courtyard is not big, but it is quite neat, there are three main houses, two left and right wings, although they are all adobe walls, there is such a scale, which shows that the living conditions should have been more solid than the next few houses.

Tan Guohua was placed in the wing room on the left, carrying his plank, which was the bed board of the wooden bed in the back room.

The middle-aged woman beckoned people to drink water outside, while the village girl helped him freshen up, and then took out some old clothes for him to change, although the old clothes were patched and slightly looser, but they were very clean.

The style of the clothes is very in line with Tan Guohua's perception of ancient costumes, and one thing is certain, it is definitely not the dress of the braided dynasty.

The village aunt kept talking while doing things, "You will live here in the future, do you have a name?" If you don't have a name, you can ask the third uncle to give one!"

"Tan Guohua!"

"In the future, I will change my name to Chen Guohua, my name is Erya, you can call me Erya sister or second sister, when you see my mother when you come back, you have to change your name to mother!" The village girl didn't ask Tan Guohua if he was willing, and directly helped him make a decision.

Tan Guohua is a little resistant to changing his surname, although he has little to do with the original Tan Guohua as a reincarnated person, but in any case, this name has also been used for thirty years.

Of course, he didn't have much attachment to his original life, his parents divorced early, and they formed a new family to dump him to his grandparents, so it can be said that he grew up with his grandparents.

After becoming an adult, his grandparents passed away one after another, so he wandered out alone, and recently had a girlfriend, but unfortunately he broke up because he couldn't afford to buy a house, so he did not reject starting a new life.

The middle-aged woman sent away the third uncle and others, and began to cook, the poor family actually did not often cook breakfast in the morning, but when there were injuries at home, they could not spare a little firewood and rice.

Tan Guohua's first meal in this world was a hen stewed with mushrooms, plus three wild vegetable cakes, although the taste was a little bland, but seeing that the mother and daughter were eating wild vegetable cakes with pickles, he really had nothing to complain about.

Next, he settled down in this place, and from the mouth of the village aunt Chen Erya, he knew something about the original owner of this body.

A few days ago, a little beggar who fell here, starved to the point of dying, Chen Erya, who collected wild vegetables, passed by, saved him with a few bowls of vegetable porridge, yesterday there was a sudden thunderstorm, Er Ya was teased by several bandits in the rain in the Xianweng Temple, the beggar struggled to save him, but was thrown to death, an old way of the tour happened to pass by the bandits, and helped the beggar to heal his injuries.

"That's... Sister Erya, did you just say that the old Taoist is an old immortal?"

"Yes, he can heal you if you have a bloody hole in your head, and he said that you can go to the ground in seven days, and I saw with my own eyes that the rain couldn't get on his clothes, isn't this a fairy?"

"Immortals?" Tan Guohua couldn't help but think of Gu Tianqiu, that old guy claimed to have practiced for thousands of years, I'm afraid he was also an immortal, right?

"What's so strange about this, I heard my father say that there are still immortals on Wangwu Mountain!"

"Is this close to Wangwu Mountain?"

"It may take a month to walk, I don't know the specifics, I've only been to Huangchi City when I've grown so farth!" Er Ya showed a yearning look for the outside world.

Where is Huangchi, Tan Guohua doesn't know, but the general location of Wangwushan is still understood, he can now be sure that he is likely to return to a certain period in ancient China, as for when it is, he still needs to inquire slowly.